<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659</id><updated>2012-02-24T11:56:47.606-08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Aftasie'/><category term='dumpster diving'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='babies'/><category term='weight/diet/exercise'/><category term='odd/unusual'/><category term='brewing'/><category term='death'/><category term='body'/><category term='winter'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='columbia river/gorge'/><category term='hair'/><category term='coast'/><category term='rain'/><category term='OP'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='family'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='free food'/><title type='text'>My Outlet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8940307230188103925</id><published>2012-02-24T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:56:47.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have eaten steel cut oats for three days in a row. Once for breakfast and twice for lunch. Yum yum! It's a Cook's Illustrated recipe that has you toast the oatmeal in butter till golden brown, then cook for about 30 minutes till it's thick and yummy. Really yummy. I put raisins on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tucDL9whePE/T0fqutCC4EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/a7H1pEATKQM/s1600/Photo+on+2012-02-24+at+11.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tucDL9whePE/T0fqutCC4EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/a7H1pEATKQM/s320/Photo+on+2012-02-24+at+11.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry it's backwards! That is thanks to Photobooth being like a real mirror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqklu6N9kIc/T0fqw7YLtvI/AAAAAAAAArE/fCJYuoSVZxE/s1600/Photo+on+2012-02-24+at+11.50+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqklu6N9kIc/T0fqw7YLtvI/AAAAAAAAArE/fCJYuoSVZxE/s320/Photo+on+2012-02-24+at+11.50+%232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8940307230188103925?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8940307230188103925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/oatmeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8940307230188103925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8940307230188103925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/oatmeal.html' title='Oatmeal'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tucDL9whePE/T0fqutCC4EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/a7H1pEATKQM/s72-c/Photo+on+2012-02-24+at+11.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-1795725230708192081</id><published>2012-02-13T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:57:18.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Six</title><content type='html'>Ah, Monday again. It's crazy how fast it happens. I hardly notice Mondays, though. They just come and go before I know it. It's a full day; 2 hours of nursing class plus 1+ hours of lab, one hour of pathophys and a 2.5 hour night class. Tuesday is no classes, so I'm home with Aftasie and try to balance home work with hanging out with her. Wednesday is clinicals day, so 6 hours of clinicals plus pathophysiology in the afternoon. Thursday is no class until night, then I have a 2.5 hour night class. Friday is 2 hours of nursing and an hour of patho. Not bad. Last Friday I didn't even know it was Friday. In fact, I was shocked it was Friday. No wait, that was the Friday before that, because the next Friday I remarked "Wow, it's Friday again already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the days are all melding into weeks and I barely remember when I did things. I know I have a big quiz Wednesday, so tomorrow's priority is studying for that. Then immediately following that I have to start studying for an exam Thursday night, for which I plan to cram (yes, it works for certain classes and I'm trusting that nutrition will be one of them!). I have a Bible class project due next Monday for which I've done no work at all (but it isn't very involved). Then I know Health Assessment midterm is coming up someplace, but I'm pretty up-to-date on studying for that since it's a nursing class. Then a patho test on the 27th, for which I'm also keeping up pretty well. But one thing at a time! I know I need to start hitting the skills part of Assessment class more, which will be tested at the end of the semester, but I'm not going to do much till after Thursday night's test. Aftasie is an excellent subject to practice examinations on, by the way! I did a lungs and thorax and heart assessments on her half a dozen times this afternoon and she thought we were playing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all probably super-boring. No one wants to hear another's schedule laid out in so much detail. But there you have it. My school life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-1795725230708192081?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1795725230708192081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/1795725230708192081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/1795725230708192081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-six.html' title='Week Six'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3162372427044160037</id><published>2012-02-09T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:57:43.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Five</title><content type='html'>I keep blogging by weeks of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I figured out that I feel a lot better when I'm all caught up on studying. It's worth the extra hours of study, it's worth the fewer hours of sleep. I'm not really caught up yet, but where I've gotten so far feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't printed out my wall calendar yet! I know there are exams coming up fairly soon but I'm not sure exactly when. That's going to be fixed this afternoon. I have a regular, every-day events calendar up, so it hasn't been a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the priority list: laundry. I actually have laundry in the laundry bag that I still haven't folded from last week, but I'm out of clothes! We vary on who does the laundry. Whoever gets around to it, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really comes down to priorities and relaxing. There are some things that just aren't important, and you can't get away with no relaxation/sleep. So yeah, there are a few dishes in a stack at the moment, and there are toys all over the floor in the living room. But the baby is asleep and I'm going to work on homework so we can play together and go do laundry when she gets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday life will be more relaxed. Maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3162372427044160037?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3162372427044160037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-five.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3162372427044160037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3162372427044160037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-five.html' title='Week Five'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7988122468121514882</id><published>2012-01-31T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:32:50.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Four</title><content type='html'>I've made it to week four of nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yes, it's a lot of work. Yes, it's hard. But it's not really THAT bad. I spend a lot of time complaining about it, as Porter can attest to. But it isn't that bad. It's doable. I'm still figuring out how to study for it, and what methods work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm home with Aftasie and I was going to take her to the baby storytime at the library, but she went down for a nap shortly before and I don't have the heart (or guts!) to wake her. :( Next week, I guess. In the meantime, I'm going back to studying so I have something done when she wakes up, and then we can go shopping :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7988122468121514882?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7988122468121514882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7988122468121514882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7988122468121514882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-four.html' title='Week Four'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3733680059268036058</id><published>2012-01-29T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:05:30.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing and Weightloss.</title><content type='html'>Sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my homework day. On the days I'm home with Aftasie, I hardly get any done. I usually have a few HW projects planned for naptime, and the rest of the time I try to do projects or play with her. Sewing, for instance, takes a lot less concentration than homework. So this week I did two projects. A cape/hat and a gnome hat. They both turned out OK. The cape is double-thickness, and I wish I had time to put together a tutorial because it was so easy and it works perfectly with a medium-sized sweater. The gnome hat was a little more freestyle and I didn't really know how to edge it, how to make the brim. It ended up turning out good, but I kind of wish I had made it double-thickness too. I also made a pair of woolen pants for her that need some altering -- they're too big. But this post is because I really want to sew today and I'm not supposed to! I mean, imagine all of the things I could make! Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLI-L_ijPV0/TyWt4fLIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9TP_cBHgKZY/s1600/DSCF9969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLI-L_ijPV0/TyWt4fLIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9TP_cBHgKZY/s400/DSCF9969.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink cape. It can go under her jacket so there are no open spots.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNzRE7ubVkM/TyWuBSMsHqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/BzDecd91Nqc/s1600/DSCF9974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNzRE7ubVkM/TyWuBSMsHqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/BzDecd91Nqc/s400/DSCF9974.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the brim back. It was hard to get good lighting!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boKlRWynSkA/TyWuJBG_2CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/05eRvw1aiD4/s1600/DSCF9981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boKlRWynSkA/TyWuJBG_2CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/05eRvw1aiD4/s400/DSCF9981.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see how the brim is tacked up for a few inches on the sides to keep it out of her face when down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Weightloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I gained almost 70 pounds with Aftasie. I lost weight at the beginning, from nausea and vomiting, and then ate, and ate, and ate. So I was hovering near 192 when she was born, probably a little more due to last minute water retention. And I'm only 5'4"! After all was said and done, I settled at 172. I thought it would come right off. Haha. Not. At the end of the year, I decided I really needed to do something about it and I was going to try eating(snacking) clean again (IE, lean protein and complex carbs 6x/day). I found a website by one of my favorite exercise/eating gurus, Skwigg, that is called &lt;a href="http://happyeaters.net/forums/?page=t&amp;amp;fid=8006C5D7-F9E2-4FA9-A434-D96CDA9E1910"&gt;Happy Eaters&lt;/a&gt; and posted about my wanting to get back to clean eating. In reply, most of what I got was "clean eating is a scam!" I discovered that there is another way to think about eating! Now I hate to sound all revolutionary and all, because that hardly ever lasts, but I think I could do this. In fact, I think this is how I ate before I gained all of my weight, when I was still a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically I don't eat anything unless I really want it, and I don't pig out at meals. I snack if I *really* want to, and I eat chocolate, drink beer, eat vegetables, fried foods, restaurant food, coffee with cream, etc. And I've lost 8 pounds in about 3 weeks. Yes, I am hungry between meals! Yes, I sometimes skip breakfast! But I don't think there is any other way for me to do it. Do I really want to cut out the cream in my coffee so I can have more for breakfast, or so I can have a snack? No. Do I want to swear off chocolate? No. Do I want to cut out carbs, and eat no-fat? No. Do I only want to eat egg whites and protein shakes? No!!!! I'd rebound from that with a huge pig-out fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have three (or two) squares with butter and bread than choke down fatless, proteinacious food 6x/day. And I will totally skip ice cream for a drink, or not have dessert if I ate a lot of supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally eat this way for the rest of my life. I know that I can have delicious food for supper, or have a bagel for breakfast, or a big pasta dinner. I know I can have cake (or ice cream!) and eat chocolate and peanut butter every day. I can eat whatever Porter cooks for dinner without worrying about how fatty it is, or how much I'm eating (though I try not to overeat and eat past full). I just eat less for lunch, or eat less the next day and it all adjusts out to eating at a deficit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it. If you want to lose weight and still be happy, do you cut out the chocolate, or do you cut it in half? If you cut everything you're eating in half, you'd lose a ton of weight. I would never be able to last on drastic "I can never eat that again!" And also, maybe instead of cutting down half, cut down a quarter. Just a little bit off of all the food you eat *will* result in weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I haven't been working out. I know I should, but I "don't have time." I choose to do other things at the moment. This summer maybe I'll do more exercise. But only if I really want to. I want to be in shape so I can move properly. I get heart palpitations now if I move too much! Eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the same position I am and want to lose weight, try two things (I'm going to keep these in mind too!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not eat anything you do not really enjoy. No stale chips or junk that you don't really like. For instance, I ate some Cheezits this week, but I would not eat the stale pretzels, nor would I generally eat pretzels because I don't really love them. Save it for a piece of dark chocolate. And then break off as much as you want to eat before you start, and then just eat that much. No more. Enjoy it! You're eating chocolate! Don't worry about being deprived, because you can eat chocolate again tomorrow, and the next day, and as many days as you want to eat it on. But just eat a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask yourself repeatedly during your s-l-o-w-l-y eaten meals whether you're still hungry, and when you are pleasantly full (not stuffed!), stop. Just stop. If you are worried about being hungry later, take one or two more bites and then stop. Then don't eat again till the next meal. Unless you have some kind of metabolic issue or are already seriously starving, you won't die from hunger. I promise!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3733680059268036058?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3733680059268036058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/sewing-and-weightloss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3733680059268036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3733680059268036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/sewing-and-weightloss.html' title='Sewing and Weightloss.'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLI-L_ijPV0/TyWt4fLIXgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9TP_cBHgKZY/s72-c/DSCF9969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6617254876917414653</id><published>2012-01-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:15:04.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months!</title><content type='html'>Aftasie is seven months old today! Hard to believe how fast time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQvxZ-0ZtNg/Txs4nUX7jAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/564I8G-TTLo/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-21+at+12.42+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQvxZ-0ZtNg/Txs4nUX7jAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/564I8G-TTLo/s320/Photo+on+2012-01-21+at+12.42+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uOcOnZViNc/Txs4sHeazyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kLQ4lgGnCdo/s1600/aftaedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uOcOnZViNc/Txs4sHeazyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kLQ4lgGnCdo/s320/aftaedit.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday Aftasie! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6617254876917414653?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6617254876917414653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6617254876917414653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6617254876917414653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months!'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQvxZ-0ZtNg/Txs4nUX7jAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/564I8G-TTLo/s72-c/Photo+on+2012-01-21+at+12.42+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8968442249551181305</id><published>2012-01-17T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:19:29.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...First Week, Check.</title><content type='html'>The first week of school has come and gone. I've met all my teachers, got all my syllabi, etc. Let me tell you, I'm sleeping a little better this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the stress giving me a bit of insomnia, Aftasie has been sick and waking every &lt;i&gt;hour.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I exaggerate not :( But for the past two nights she's slept for a few hours at a time, which is wonderful. Last week I think I was just surviving on coffee and nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was fortunate to find a few night classes this week, and I actually only have one class that's MWF, which is pathophysiology. The nursing classes are once a week Monday (two-hour lecture), Wednesday (a six hour lab), and Friday (two-hour lecture), and a bible class Monday night for 2.5 hours, and a nutrition class on Thursday night for 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing school so far has been LOTS of reading. Lots of it. Now, I'm a happy, fast reader. I'm really grateful for that, because I only have so much time to spend on it. The big question is going to be how much I need to retain from the reading. Our teachers have said they'd give us a study guide the week before the test, because they do not expect us to perfectly recall hundreds of pages. The reading, for the most part, is actually interesting, so I feel like I'm not doing enough when I read it and am enjoying it. But we shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part is countless assignments. Watch this video, write a reflection, do this case study, do your certification for clinical requirements, practice your skills, interview someone, etc. OK, so they're not countless, but it seems like there are too many to keep up with in my head. I've resorted to computer scheduling, since I am going to have my computer with me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of computer, all of my books are on my computer. That is pretty cool! I also have the hard copies, and I prefer reading from them, but it's great to be able to take all of my assigned reading with me from all of my textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the week (or started the next) with a little car incident. I left Porter and Aftasie at home to drive to the next town over and do a little shopping and stop in at a friend's house. I was feeling really happy to just get out of the house by myself. So, I had the radio going, blah blah blah. The brake lights came on. I pulled into a gas station and parked. The car wouldn't start again! Checked all the fluids, plugs, etc. Nothing wrong. I got a jump, started driving home, and I realized my hood wasn't secured properly, so I put on my flashers and slowed down and looked for a place to pull over. I pulled onto a road and stalled! Right about 2 feet away from train rails! In the middle of the road. It wouldn't go into neutral for anything. I called Porter, did a few things to no avail. I ran to a house further down the street, really worried about the train coming, no answer. Ran to another one and interrupted a big family gathering, apparently. Three guys came and jump started the car three times, and each time they took the cables off it died, till the battery was completely dead. And still stuck in neutral (I even had them try :P ) So, I called 911, first of all, because I realized that the train would probably have an accident if it came down the rails, and secondly called a tow truck. It turned out fine (the police didn't even come! I called them back when the tow truck came and they said it was fine to leave as long as everything was OK. Haha), but I waited for almost an hour outside and when all was said and done, it took me three hours to get home and my fun afternoon was over and ruined :( But you know, I mean, it does give you a little thrill to pay the bill for a tow truck, doesn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's just the alternator or maybe even just the battery. And I found out from the tow truck driver how to get the car in neutral if it's stuck. He was a cool guy. Told me about a practical joke played at my college about 15 years ago. Some guys carried a car into the auditorium and took off a tire. And put smelt on the lights! Haha. I laughed ;) I wonder who got expelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's it for now. I'm so busy you can't count on any regular updates but I will write from time to time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8968442249551181305?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8968442249551181305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/sofirst-week-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8968442249551181305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8968442249551181305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/sofirst-week-check.html' title='So...First Week, Check.'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-2878032184151522844</id><published>2012-01-08T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:22:20.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes Start Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my first day of nursing classes. I will be wearing a uniform once a week (to clinicals) and I'm ironing on my arm patches and hemming my pants today. I could have done it weeks ago, but where's the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about my first day of clinicals. I've had dreams of the sort plenty in the past - missing class, not knowing what to do, etc. This time I couldn't remember my instructor's name, and we ended up in a dimly lit room of two drunks who were throwing up all over the walls and throwing their (filthy!) diapers toward me. I asked my instructor what to use to wipe down the walls and she said "Oh, use paper towels I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious (kind of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my books. We were required to buy a package of books that come in e-book form, with a hard-copy option. It was only about $100 more for the hard copies, and I like paper, so I got them. It came to $706 with shipping. I have one other book to buy for a non-nursing class (nutrition), and would have had to buy a developmental psych book, which, presumably, would have brought my total for books up above $800. Yikes. I have to remind myself that all of this is towards a purpose. The other day I realized that when I'm done with the next two years I'll have a college degree and be able to become an RN. That's pretty crazy. Sometimes I just get lost in the process, and think my job is just to make it through. I'm actually getting something out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how much I have learned and will be learning. It seems impossible that I could be a nurse. It is so complicated, and there are so many things a nurse needs to know and be able to do. How will I learn in just two years how to do it? I suspect that I will not come out a nurse, I will come out as someone ready to learn from the job how to do the job. Of course, I will know things, but I don't think I'll be a nurse yet. Maybe I'm wrong, though. I guess I'll find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...after tomorrow, four more months to the semester and then summer. Four months seems like such a short time! Aftasie is already 6 and a half months. Everything is going so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-2878032184151522844?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2878032184151522844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/classes-start-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2878032184151522844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2878032184151522844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/classes-start-tomorrow.html' title='Classes Start Tomorrow!'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6437809510822758718</id><published>2012-01-02T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:42:11.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>So, there's one week to go before school starts up again! It is very exciting and daunting. I was just looking at my schedule and it really is not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty inspired to blog earlier but then something came up and I had to shut my laptop for a minute, and now I don't know what I was going to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Crime and Punishment. I loved it. I don't know what it is about Russian novels, but they're something I really enjoy reading. The pages just slip by and I hardly notice. I hardly notice I'm *reading*. I really want to read Brothers Karamazov, which will probably not happen till next winter break! (Who knows?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftasie is busy being a cutie. She had been going to bed early until we started all sleeping in for a few days! I just couldn't bring myself to get up a 7:30 when I know that soon I'll *have* to get up earlier than that. But I am getting up at that time tomorrow, whether Aftasie is asleep or not, and I'm going to do some noisy chores if she doesn't get up soon after! ;) She is busy at the moment pulling her whole box of toys (on the couch) over. &amp;nbsp;It's still full of toys! The big cardboard box is one of her favorite things to play with, even though it's as big as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of news, I'm supposed to send out Christmas cards/letters. Eep. I feel less motivated as time goes on, and I'm starting to feel a little embarrassed to send them out. I already have the envelopes addressed, even! I just need to finish editing the letter and print them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6437809510822758718?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6437809510822758718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6437809510822758718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6437809510822758718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7073487188735271380</id><published>2011-12-29T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:11:08.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>Aftasie is now 22.6 pounds and 27.5" long! She turned six months on the 21 of this month. I can't believe how much she's grown. Who knows how much more she'll grow in the next six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have the internet turned back on selectively. Email is back, blog is back, but no facebook, none of the stupid time wasting sites I have tended lately to waste so much time on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...it's boring. Haha. I keep trying to go to certain sites even though I know they're not accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have admitted I have a problem. As long as I can't get at it, I'm OK. But if it's on, I can mindlessly be on it for hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying everyone should get rid of parts of the internet. Just that I can't really deal with it effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8INqCx-ATeg/TvytKDMU9hI/AAAAAAAAAjk/J3BSACIkCoc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-29+at+10.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8INqCx-ATeg/TvytKDMU9hI/AAAAAAAAAjk/J3BSACIkCoc/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-29+at+10.06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aftasie in a big pile of toys, looking confusedly at me as to why I'm making funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7073487188735271380?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7073487188735271380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/six-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7073487188735271380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7073487188735271380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/six-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8INqCx-ATeg/TvytKDMU9hI/AAAAAAAAAjk/J3BSACIkCoc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-29+at+10.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3380877905350322297</id><published>2011-12-22T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:45:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break in the Silence</title><content type='html'>Well I've been letting you all be her silently, in peace, but here's a new post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, busy times have kept me tied up. The semester just ended, been on break for half a week. It's going WAY too fast, even without any internet at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attempt again to CLEP developmental psych, which I attempted about 6 months ago unsuccessfully. I so want to pass. If I don't, I have to take the class next semester :( :( :( :( I will die. The pysch book is full of junk that I don't want to study, or look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftasie is growing like crazy. Here are new pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6SoFXEN7Q/TvP4WD4rFGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vg_JsNuAPY0/s1600/DSCF9883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6SoFXEN7Q/TvP4WD4rFGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vg_JsNuAPY0/s400/DSCF9883.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a hat from Izzy Lyman, a friend of mine from back east :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMkvrWWA90A/TvP4W3e9flI/AAAAAAAAAig/7kTuF7Kpv24/s1600/DSCF9902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMkvrWWA90A/TvP4W3e9flI/AAAAAAAAAig/7kTuF7Kpv24/s400/DSCF9902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping in the bedroom/office/study/library/etc :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1k-xeeZ98k4/TvP4X4G-8QI/AAAAAAAAAio/bklqiEYYSoE/s1600/DSCF9924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1k-xeeZ98k4/TvP4X4G-8QI/AAAAAAAAAio/bklqiEYYSoE/s400/DSCF9924.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my sweetie! She likes her new tambourine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHN53qpCdLk/TvP4Y9QRLoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8iqL8VYEsXY/s1600/DSCF9925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHN53qpCdLk/TvP4Y9QRLoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8iqL8VYEsXY/s400/DSCF9925.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she likes her piano from Ed and Ruby, more friends from back east!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hmRFFyUFRM/TvP4ZoyKclI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IHh-nsWrmrA/s1600/fivemonths.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hmRFFyUFRM/TvP4ZoyKclI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IHh-nsWrmrA/s400/fivemonths.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these are from a friend's mom at school - fluffy tights. I put them on her head and I personally think they are ADORABLE! I put jingle bells in the legs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ljO-u88azs/TvP4aeiSiWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nOmkZyLKi5I/s1600/fivemonths2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ljO-u88azs/TvP4aeiSiWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nOmkZyLKi5I/s400/fivemonths2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little queen :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---jK0Daodv0/TvP4bjN4LZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/jRoFf_igyzQ/s1600/fivemonthsincarsetat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---jK0Daodv0/TvP4bjN4LZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/jRoFf_igyzQ/s400/fivemonthsincarsetat.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so tiny in this at the beginning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWXI42kGNvA/TvP4ccuWWKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f6cc-zkmMAE/s1600/inclothes4months.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWXI42kGNvA/TvP4ccuWWKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f6cc-zkmMAE/s400/inclothes4months.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In clothes from family in Illinois (I guess that's still east, right? Compared to here, anyway :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZJ0sILaP9Q/TvP4dEIVg_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/DSfUKIkqXcU/s1600/inrobe3months.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZJ0sILaP9Q/TvP4dEIVg_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/DSfUKIkqXcU/s400/inrobe3months.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the cutest little bathrobe ever from some friends here at school :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3380877905350322297?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3380877905350322297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3380877905350322297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3380877905350322297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-in-silence.html' title='A Break in the Silence'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6SoFXEN7Q/TvP4WD4rFGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vg_JsNuAPY0/s72-c/DSCF9883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8908523708926032619</id><published>2011-11-21T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:32:23.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Library</title><content type='html'>So what does one do when the router disappears? Well, Porter was up later than me the night it went away and we had agreed it would be the last night with the internet for a month, so I woke up and the internet was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought that pops into my mind is "I've got to check the email." And then I remember, oh, no internet! I by habit sit in my nursing chair by the table (which I usually use the computer at) and I don't open my computer, but I want to. When I walked by the fridge and the router was missing, it was like something had died. It was much quieter. Much more still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of cheated and went on facebook on my kindle. Of course, it WAS to get a phone number, but it took so long to log in (because it was a new device that I hadn't previously logged in from) I felt as though I had been on for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really liking the lack of internet at home. Of course, here I am at school wasting time on the computer, but when I go home, I can't zone out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I know there are people who live with the internet and are fine. I think I just have (almost) no social life outside of school. That's fine when it's just little ol' me and want to stew all day. But Aftasie needs to get out and have friends and do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find a parent/child group, particularly of the Peaceful Parenting variety, so Aftasie can play with other babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8908523708926032619?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8908523708926032619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-library.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8908523708926032619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8908523708926032619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-library.html' title='At the Library'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-5280431877471596852</id><published>2011-11-19T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:19:42.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Update</title><content type='html'>I've been telling friends for a month (at least) that we're getting rid of the internet. Well, we WERE getting rid of the internet, until I found out that we are on a contract that will cost $90 to break. I called up the company and asked them if we could stop the internet service without breaking &amp;nbsp;a contract (I suspected as much) and they said no, there'd be a $90 termination fee, but &lt;i&gt;is this for financial reasons? &lt;/i&gt;Oh, partly that, and partly just because we want to spend less time on it. We just had a baby [laugh]. &lt;i&gt;Well I can put a $5 monthly credit on your account, no new contract, no change in service.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a few times if it would change, and he said no, so I guess we just got 25% off our internet service, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this is all to say that we're cutting home internet down by getting rid of it ourselves. For the next month, the router is going away! (Yay!) (That rhymes. Try saying it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that period, I have internet email access on my kindle (and blog access, incidentally) and I'll also have full internet at school. So no dropping off of the planet. Just a little more family time in the evenings, and no more nursing the baby staring at a stupid computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that period, we're going to bring back the internet all new - "&lt;i&gt;Try it now! All new -- More limited!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ta ta for now. (I actually like saying that, but I don't like ttfn, generally, so I don't say it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-5280431877471596852?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5280431877471596852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/internet-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5280431877471596852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5280431877471596852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/internet-update.html' title='Internet Update'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8434150720264328489</id><published>2011-11-14T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:06:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby...etc., etc.</title><content type='html'>So, Aftasie usually goes to sleep around midnight. Sometimes 11pm, sometimes 12:30am. She sleeps for a long period at night (with munchy breaks, of course!) and doesn't nap all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she was getting really fussy and rubbing her eyes around 11pm, and I thought it must be time for bed! I was pretty excited because that means I could go to sleep. I nursed her on one side, she fell asleep so I got up to do some stuff before tomorrow (we go to class together tomorrow) amd in about 10 minutes she woke up. No big deal, because I'm all ready to go to bed so I turn off the light, tuck us in, etc. Five minutes later she's done nursing and happy-screeching. I kissed her goodnight and told her I was going to sleep and rolled over. She just lay in bed making happy noises for probably 15 minutes. The she gets a little fussy, so I nurse her, she comes off and it just as happy and awake as can be. She's sitting in my arms as I type this, bouncing around and making happy noises. What a night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8434150720264328489?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8434150720264328489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/lullabyetc-etc.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8434150720264328489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8434150720264328489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/lullabyetc-etc.html' title='Lullaby...etc., etc.'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3254904230814300913</id><published>2011-11-13T01:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:52:07.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Children</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the idea of raising children in a bubble. It's come to my mind because of an assignment I have for a class called Christian Foundations. I have an essay due in about a month that is to deal with an issue that I struggle with or wonder about that is relevant to Christianity. What I wonder about is whether there's another bubble out there surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one burst quite violently. Family, love, God, all viewed from a different perspective. Can you really say you know something if you have been prevented from (or prevented yourself) from viewing the possibilities? Some bubbles are inevitable, I think. There is a natural bubble burst when childhood transitions to adulthood. But I don't like the thought of building unnatural ones for my children. I think they should be taught to look beyond the inevitable ones, in hopes that they can see the world more clearly and not constantly fear that there's another one that they just can't see. Maybe this is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me, when I was debating some doctrinal statement or something, "If you were born Muslim, would you still be Muslim?" I didn't know how to answer. Of course the Christian answer probably would have been that God would have saved me from believing a lie, so I'd have converted. But the real answer is different. Aren't there devout Muslims? Aren't there devout Christians? Aren't there devout Protestants? Aren't there devout Christian fundamentalists, each with their own reason for everyone else going to hell? Aren't you going to hell, according to most other devoutly religious people who happen to different than you? What made you born into X religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Christian friends, if you were born Muslim, would you still be Muslim? To those in other religions, what if you were born Fundamentalist Christian? Would you still be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to my thesis question, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3254904230814300913?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3254904230814300913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/bubble-children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3254904230814300913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3254904230814300913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/bubble-children.html' title='Bubble Children'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-4782661163419102210</id><published>2011-11-10T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:34:33.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>The White Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe, well, I know this is a badly taken picture but I wanted a picture to go with this post so I took one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aftasie went to sleep all by her little self last night! Usually she nurses to sleep, so I put her in bed and started to nurse her and she kept pulling herself off and making noises. So I figured I'd just let her play a little by herself if she wanted to, and turned over in bed, and a few minutes later I looked over and her eyes were closing! It was amazing. Simply amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJXy3XKe210/Trw0MGNel2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/NIJNAP5AwFc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+12.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJXy3XKe210/Trw0MGNel2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/NIJNAP5AwFc/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+12.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the socks! They're adorable :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;News about unknowns: I believe they're all figured out. I have Corynebacterium pseudodiphtherium, Serratia marcescens, and Bacillus cereus. I guess I will do some more tests on Bacillus cereus just to make absolutely sure. I did spore stain and I'm fairly positive it was spore positive, but I keep doubting myself, since that test was the least conclusive. I saw round inclusions and round things on the slide, but they weren't as bright green as they've been in the past. :shrug: Who knows! I may as well do more since I have a few more weeks before the deadline.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't tell you what a relief it is to have them figured out. It was so hard, and now it seems so easy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-4782661163419102210?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4782661163419102210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4782661163419102210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4782661163419102210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/white-angel.html' title='The White Angel'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJXy3XKe210/Trw0MGNel2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/NIJNAP5AwFc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+12.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-5755415622873681265</id><published>2011-11-08T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:30:37.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknowns II</title><content type='html'>Update on the Unknowns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD, I separated the two unknowns! One is Serratia marcescens, which grows pink at 25 C but not at 37 C (lucky draw of the cards there, to get a colored one!), and the other is an unidentified (as of yet) gram positive bacillus. I have it narrowed down to two or three, though. And my other unknown I'm pretty sure is Corynebacterium pseudodiphtheria, which is a pleomorphic (changes shape) gram positive bacteria. It tested positive for Catalase, negative for spores and negative for acid-fast stain, and Cornyebacterium is the only pleomorphic specimen on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. (Yes, it's that exciting!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-5755415622873681265?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5755415622873681265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/unknowns-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5755415622873681265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5755415622873681265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/unknowns-ii.html' title='Unknowns II'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3086866773019168939</id><published>2011-11-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:48:38.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Bliss</title><content type='html'>I have to spend most of my day at school today. Usually I come home between classes and feed Aftasie and eat breakfast, etc. The rest of the semester is a little busier than it has been, so I've got to actually buckle down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I got up a little earlier than usual and when I was finished showering (and freezing cold!) Aftasie woke up and started crying. So I crawled into bed and fed her and it was pretty much the best thing all week :) I wanted to just stay and sleep, and be warm, and have my family next to me. It was beyond great, if was like being on happy drugs (not that I know what that's like, hehe). I almost feel like setting the alarm for early, getting cold, and then crawling into bed to feel warm and cozy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I DID used to set my alarm early, just so I could go back to bed. Back in the home days of getting up for family devotions (if you didn't get up on time, you got punished), I thought it was pleasant to set my alarm for 3am, start getting up, and then realize that I had a few more hours to sleep and go back to sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this talk about sleep has me fantasizing about when I'll be able to sleep at normal hours that I choose, and wake up in the morning feeling well-rested. It's going to be awesome. You never know how it is till you don't have it anymore! Also, I might just add here that if someone had explained to me exactly what was involved in mothering a child, I don't know what I would have done. I don't think I would have thought I could do it. Once you have a baby, you just meet the challenges that you face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to school, in a way. Had I known exactly the struggles I would have had in school, and all the work involved, I never would have signed up. Good thing I don't really know much about how nursing school will be ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which goes to say, after all, things can be much worse before and after you experience them, especially if you're afraid of them. Before you start, you're full of nervous anticipation, and afterwards since you don't have to do it anymore, you can dwell on the hard parts you passed and impress yourself that you finished. But while you're doing it, you just do it...Speaking of which, I'm off to lab to put in a few hours on those unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3086866773019168939?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3086866773019168939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolute-bliss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3086866773019168939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3086866773019168939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolute-bliss.html' title='Absolute Bliss'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7881594587329593718</id><published>2011-11-06T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:55:23.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd/unusual'/><title type='text'>My Mixed Culture</title><content type='html'>So, the rules are that I cannot employ any outside, expert biology advice, so if you are an expert and can tell what this is (haha), then you mustn't tell me. I think it's pretty impossible to tell from just a gram stain, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the uninformed, gram positive and negative refer to the different kinds of walls in bacteria. They pick up stain differently. Gram + and Gram - are two major categories of bacteria types, so this is what we start with for a test. The sample is smeared carefully (and thinly) on a slide, air-dried, and "heat fixed" by passing it through a bunsen burner flame twice. Then it is stained with crystal violet for 20 seconds, rinsed with H20, stained with Gram's iodine for one minute, rinsed with H20, stained with safranin for one minute, rinsed with H20, and then blotted dry. It is then observed under oil immersion on the microscope. You put a dot of oil on the slide and the lens touches the oil when it is focused properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mixed sample. It was very hard to tell on my last stains which was mixed, but I'm pretty positive I have gram positive and negative rods mixed here. The positive ones are the big purple ones and the negative are the smaller pink ones. The gram positive wall retains the crystal violet dye and rinses out of the negative ones when you put on Gram's iodine. Then the pink dye is added, which the gram negative retains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L5a3xpx1mQ/TrY8hn-K_7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/H3UI5Lo9iss/s1600/DSCF9857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L5a3xpx1mQ/TrY8hn-K_7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/H3UI5Lo9iss/s640/DSCF9857.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first stain I did that I thought came out well, but I was still hesitant to say that there were two types of rods in there. I thought maybe there were rods and cocci (spheres).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoETQIWRluw/TrY8pj7Nt_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Dp4Tv6JvgNA/s1600/DSCF9858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoETQIWRluw/TrY8pj7Nt_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Dp4Tv6JvgNA/s640/DSCF9858.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sample is a little thick, but it convinced me that I was indeed seeing two types of rods in the mix in the other slide as well. I believe the negative rods are Serratia marcescens, which grows pink at 25 C but not at 37 C (my sample on the counter grew pink, with a greenish tinge, and grew tan/colorless in the incubator).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7881594587329593718?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7881594587329593718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mixed-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7881594587329593718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7881594587329593718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mixed-culture.html' title='My Mixed Culture'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L5a3xpx1mQ/TrY8hn-K_7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/H3UI5Lo9iss/s72-c/DSCF9857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-5985874847998922449</id><published>2011-11-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:27:49.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dichotomous Scheme done!</title><content type='html'>For microbiology, we have to identify three unknown bacteria, out of 41 possibilities. We are going to be given two tubes of broth inoculated with bacteria. One is mixed, the other will be pure culture. We have to separate the mixed one. (Oh, and we won't know which is mixed when we get it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azbSDJpMibc/TrIUcvhQXZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e2_5hwCf29M/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-02+at+8.58.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azbSDJpMibc/TrIUcvhQXZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e2_5hwCf29M/s400/Screen+shot+2011-11-02+at+8.58.02+PM.png" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So to do this efficiently, we each had to come up with a yes/no scheme (I guess that's why it's a dichotomous scheme ;) that starts with a few large categories and works its way down to each specific bacteria. At each level, we perform a test and follow either the yes or no leg till we find out what we have. Some tests are as easy as inoculating a tube, growing it overnight and seeing if it's turned &amp;nbsp;different color. Others are more involved, like the spore stain, and others are just tricky to get riight. &amp;nbsp; Some are definitely going to be easier to identify, so some of us are going to get lucky with bacteria that grow certain colors, or are defined with just a test or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 pages of the scheme. I was having a really hard time working with Microsoft Word's hierarchical structures (it really stinks, actually!), and Porter suggested this program. It costs $100, but it comes with a free 15 day trial. I had two weeks to finish the assignment. How cool is that!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-5985874847998922449?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5985874847998922449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/dichotomous-scheme-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5985874847998922449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5985874847998922449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/11/dichotomous-scheme-done.html' title='Dichotomous Scheme done!'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azbSDJpMibc/TrIUcvhQXZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e2_5hwCf29M/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-02+at+8.58.02+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3669725890195709112</id><published>2011-10-31T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:49:34.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupy Wall Street Violence</title><content type='html'>I talked with a relative on the phone the other day who didn't really know anything about the protests going on. This set of pictures makes me sick to my stomach. If I had just eaten I probably could vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/violent-pictures-from-occupy-wall-street-protests"&gt;Police Brutality at Occupy Wall Street Protests.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3669725890195709112?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3669725890195709112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-wall-street-violence.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3669725890195709112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3669725890195709112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-wall-street-violence.html' title='Occupy Wall Street Violence'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6465682203245846694</id><published>2011-10-31T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:19:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures=No Posts</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I feel obligated to put up a picture when I post (it makes the flipcard view much more attractive and even to me). But that's no reason not to blog, is it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I start my Unknowns project in microbiology. We are all given two test tubes; one has one bacteria in it and the other is mixed. We have to culture them, keep them alive, and do enough tests on them to determine which bacteria we've been given. It seems like fun, so far, but certain things make it stressful. The bacteria can die, get contaminated, etc, and you can only get a replacement at expense of points off your grade. Also, there are THREE that need to be worked on. Some tests take overnight or a few days to do. Some tests are harder to interpret or get to work right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...fun in the end, as long as it works out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tomorrow we get rid of our internet! I'm so excited. I'll have to take my computer to school once in a while, and I will be blogging whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6465682203245846694?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6465682203245846694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-picturesno-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6465682203245846694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6465682203245846694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-picturesno-posts.html' title='No Pictures=No Posts'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-2188851164739150798</id><published>2011-10-27T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:13:17.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Sheer Mistake...</title><content type='html'>The other day I started off for school. It was a beautiful day. The air was crisp, the sky was blue (which is very unlike Willamette Valley autumn), and I was going to arrive at class on time. The sidewalk was empty, and I was just enjoying my morning. Then I crossed the street and walked about 50 feet behind another person. At first, I thought my eyes must be betraying me. Then I looked, and looked (eep!), and realized her skirt was literally 4-5 inches too short in the back, and since her tights were a little small and stretched to their limits (and then some), there was, um, let me just say there was very little coverage. At first I laughed. I laughed! It was horrible. Lots of things ran through my mind - I&lt;i&gt;s she wearing tights as leggings? Is her skirt tucked into her waistband? Does she know? Should I tell her? How do you tell someone about this? "Excuse me, but your skirt is too short. Excuse me, check your backside in the mirror sometime. Excuse me, I can see the bottom of your bottom."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't know how to say it, and because I think there's a chance she planned to dress this way and possibly even looked at it in the mirror, I said not a thing. Though I felt a twinge of "But I would want to be told!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of telling her, since it's obviously too late now, and I'm not sure it's appropriate anyway, consider yourself warned. Do yourself a favor and check if your skirt is tucked into your waistband, and that you are not suffering from overexposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-2188851164739150798?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2188851164739150798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-sheer-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2188851164739150798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2188851164739150798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-sheer-mistake.html' title='It Was Sheer Mistake...'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6712672096137647239</id><published>2011-10-25T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:54:04.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd/unusual'/><title type='text'>Moroccan Bow Lathe</title><content type='html'>This is a super-cool video!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wnv0DAR_gWA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6712672096137647239?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6712672096137647239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/moroccan-bow-lathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6712672096137647239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6712672096137647239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/moroccan-bow-lathe.html' title='Moroccan Bow Lathe'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wnv0DAR_gWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8514202132721944742</id><published>2011-10-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:15:57.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>After a year and a half...</title><content type='html'>I got an acceptance letter into the nursing program this morning!! I am so excited. SO excited :D The program starts January 9th and I'll be starting right off doing clinicals once a week. I've worked a year and a half for this letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYLg-npvRug/TqBlInC93qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/M_ZEr1U64Nw/s1600/acceptletter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYLg-npvRug/TqBlInC93qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/M_ZEr1U64Nw/s320/acceptletter.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8514202132721944742?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8514202132721944742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-year-and-half.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8514202132721944742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8514202132721944742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-year-and-half.html' title='After a year and a half...'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYLg-npvRug/TqBlInC93qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/M_ZEr1U64Nw/s72-c/acceptletter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-958835556373162925</id><published>2011-10-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:56:20.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumpster diving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd/unusual'/><title type='text'>My First Dumpster Food</title><content type='html'>It's really quite delicious! In a rare open-dumpster moment at a store in the area I saw there was lots of produce and a few bags of oranges. I squeezed an orange and it felt ok. I saw one orange was moldy. So I grabbed it and when I got home I realized they were all OK except that one orange. So I had free, fresh orange juice this morning. The best I've had in years! I'll be checking the dumpster more often! I wish I had grabbed more bags of oranges but I didn't know what they'd be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freegan.info/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; and my friend Kaleb are what got me thinking about dumpster diving. Free food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dN87RoY6AAw/Tp3LbGF3lqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0uloLxUokog/s1600/DSCF9789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dN87RoY6AAw/Tp3LbGF3lqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0uloLxUokog/s400/DSCF9789.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-958835556373162925?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/958835556373162925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-dumpster-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/958835556373162925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/958835556373162925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-dumpster-food.html' title='My First Dumpster Food'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dN87RoY6AAw/Tp3LbGF3lqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0uloLxUokog/s72-c/DSCF9789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-4082566905612130450</id><published>2011-10-15T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:11:16.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbia river/gorge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Hiking in the Gorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we slept in (!) and had a beautiful afternoon hike at the Colombia Gorge, about an hour away from where we live. This time it was Angel's Rest, which is a new hike for us, and it is definitely a do-again-er. It's was 5 miles round trip, and I think 1500 feet of elevation change. It took us to a lookout over the river. We didn't have time to fully explore the top. It was so neat! Pictures do not do it justice at all, but here are a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ8ok0SFmQo/Tppx-APbd_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TX_SdBGLQGQ/s1600/DSCF9756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ8ok0SFmQo/Tppx-APbd_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TX_SdBGLQGQ/s320/DSCF9756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way it often is in the car. She really doesn't like her car seat!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rcza6lrIGus/TppyF2t0erI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ri_FZ9xnKLg/s1600/DSCF9759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rcza6lrIGus/TppyF2t0erI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ri_FZ9xnKLg/s320/DSCF9759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it gets quieter and calmer (or sleepier!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brvvUtXd9oY/TppyPWjuF0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rJo-_TKt9VU/s1600/DSCF9761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brvvUtXd9oY/TppyPWjuF0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rJo-_TKt9VU/s400/DSCF9761.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the lovely new backpack carrier a friend sent. It is awesome.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVLS9nJT_pw/TppyWr9nYwI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZwTXjayuNSg/s1600/DSCF9763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVLS9nJT_pw/TppyWr9nYwI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZwTXjayuNSg/s400/DSCF9763.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a car in this picture. See it? It's hard to capture what a drop it is, but there are cliffs that are quite steep. I didn't venture close enough to the edge to show how far down it goes ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtBX883Wv9I/TppyeoGwm_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/lmX9h658c2c/s1600/DSCF9766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtBX883Wv9I/TppyeoGwm_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/lmX9h658c2c/s400/DSCF9766.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking westward. The sunset, though occluded by trees most of the time on the hike down, was gorgeous! (No pun intended! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_m5pjmujFI/Tppymg_xYcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/o9a5OEIN9Vc/s1600/DSCF9767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_m5pjmujFI/Tppymg_xYcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/o9a5OEIN9Vc/s400/DSCF9767.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking east.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG6hRBE7Mzg/Tppyu1WpWcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vopvtKG98lg/s1600/DSCF9769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG6hRBE7Mzg/Tppyu1WpWcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vopvtKG98lg/s400/DSCF9769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking east.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiDCdhxv4aI/Tppy2a1yNnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8OnO8y5mmrU/s1600/DSCF9784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiDCdhxv4aI/Tppy2a1yNnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8OnO8y5mmrU/s400/DSCF9784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, we eat anywhere! (Mom and Pop ate apples, Aftasie nursed :) This was sitting in a little "cave" of rock a good 4 feet above the trail to get out of the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o08TmQRnkfU/Tppy_LCtxkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QCGJ6hn06MI/s1600/DSCF9788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o08TmQRnkfU/Tppy_LCtxkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QCGJ6hn06MI/s400/DSCF9788.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My littlest sweetheart :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-4082566905612130450?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4082566905612130450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/hiking-in-gorge.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4082566905612130450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4082566905612130450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/hiking-in-gorge.html' title='Hiking in the Gorge'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ8ok0SFmQo/Tppx-APbd_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TX_SdBGLQGQ/s72-c/DSCF9756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6173061157829959689</id><published>2011-10-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:10:31.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNYgfa5tCVg/TphdzNUE-5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/aq0bK464WQA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-14+at+09.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNYgfa5tCVg/TphdzNUE-5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/aq0bK464WQA/s320/Photo+on+2011-10-14+at+09.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't owned a couch all of our married life till now, which just passed the two-and-a-half-year mark. We had one, briefly at a trailer we rented in Florida. I have had a couch on my wishlist (my LIFE wish list, you know, of long term goals) for quite a while. I grew up with at least two full sized couches in the living room, plus various other stuffed chairs. It was wonderful to curl up on one in the winter because of the wood stove being close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on this slow, school-less day (we get today off instead of last Monday for Columbus day. Don't ask me why!), I'm curled up on the couch before Aftasie wakes up. I really want to sleep later, but she keeps stirring and I know she'll be up at any moment and I won't have time except to get comfy in bed and she'll want to be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6173061157829959689?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6173061157829959689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/couch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6173061157829959689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6173061157829959689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/couch.html' title='Couch'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNYgfa5tCVg/TphdzNUE-5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/aq0bK464WQA/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-14+at+09.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7063531266146906709</id><published>2011-10-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:16:53.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Rain Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9uas0BVCj4/TpYdTXVLAnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ILk-bLlf1gc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-04+at+17.21+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9uas0BVCj4/TpYdTXVLAnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ILk-bLlf1gc/s400/Photo+on+2011-10-04+at+17.21+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aftasie has a winter rain jacket. Two, in fact (one is bigger, and came with waterproof pants). This is pretty much an essential in the Willamette Valley, where it rains and rains and rains. I know I seem to harp on it, but it's a big deal to an Easterner who's used to sunshine during most of the winter (and extra bright sunshine when fresh snow is on the ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought nice waterproof shoes. I cannot tell you how much more pleasant it is to wear waterproof shoes than sneakers, which seem to absorb water almost instantly upon stepping outside. I can actually walk across the lawn at school (it's muddy and wet all winter), and I think I've mentioned this fact to my classmate half a dozen times. It is so exciting to me as someone who constantly had wet feet last winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my rain gear is a hat and waterproof shoes. A wool jacket is coming soon. This is super exciting. I may actually arrive at classes DRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7063531266146906709?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7063531266146906709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/rain-gear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7063531266146906709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7063531266146906709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/rain-gear.html' title='Rain Gear'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9uas0BVCj4/TpYdTXVLAnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ILk-bLlf1gc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-04+at+17.21+%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-284938996568652554</id><published>2011-10-11T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:10:38.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Aftasie, on her 16th week birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aftasie is quite expressive! Pardon the mess behind her. I'm moving some shelves around and since I have limited time on my hands I've been working on it in steps. This is the I'm-not-quite-finished step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She gets serious as soon as she sees the camera. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKieYxxYAPE/TpTnPsCRIwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SZpoQga8wes/s1600/DSCF9715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKieYxxYAPE/TpTnPsCRIwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SZpoQga8wes/s400/DSCF9715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLZ1z-cpOrc/TpTnXpRaiPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-RQUtnFaOAc/s1600/DSCF9719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLZ1z-cpOrc/TpTnXpRaiPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-RQUtnFaOAc/s400/DSCF9719.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Taxes have always been a struggle for me, because for months before I have everything together that I need to file I feel them looming over me. It starts out small - I feel a little nag in the back of my mind. I console myself that I don't have my W2, or something like that and push it away. But it comes back. After the W2 comes, then I find some excuse that is not so valid. And before you know if I'm pretty stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an assignment that I was supposed to finish Friday night. But we had planned to go to a movie at the drive in. So we did! And it was a lot of fun. Saturday was a BEAUTIFUL day. For an Oregon October day when the rain has already started, that is kind of unusual. Instead of rainy and 50 degrees, it was sunny and 70! So we packed up sandwiches and went to the park for the day. Sunday we had a nice breakfast and did some shopping that we needed to do. We bought a new shelf, which is the final installment in my series of shelves, a COUCH! and some lamps and a few other things like bigger socks for Aftasie (she's outgrown all we'd been given!). It was great. So I finished my two pieces of homework Sunday night, which, yes, will be a bit late, but do I really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I sit here and blog when there are a million other things to do? I'm pumping :) Good ol' breastpump makes it possible for me to just take off and go to class while Porter has Aftasie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-4738311319828903051?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4738311319828903051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/deadlines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4738311319828903051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4738311319828903051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-45112920504977657</id><published>2011-10-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:48:47.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Quitter, II</title><content type='html'>Maybe a good site to start would be Quittr, for those who have chosen to distance themselves a little from mainstream social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second step is to get rid of the internet. There's plenty of internet available publicly. Do I really need to be wired 24/7? Do I *really* need to? Is it good for me? If I lived in a rural area, I would probably be rethinking this, but this is how I feel here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine living without the internet before we lived without it. Then we did fine. I was happy without it. I took my computer to school when I needed to get homework files, or something of the sort. And there are computers at school, so if I don't want to lug my computer with me I can bring a thumb drive and get/send files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got internet here a few months ago after being without it for a while. I want to go back to being internet-less at home. I didn't have any problems being bored without the internet. If anything, I'm more bored now. I do much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Porter bought me a Kindle for my birthday (!). It has the capability to browse (though not fantastically) which means we can read wikipedia, check mail, and even do forums. Also, the device comes with free 3G. It definitely is not a replacement for a computer, but if I need to look something up, I don't have to drive to school. I'm compromising, and I won't be totally offline. But I think it might be a better device for what I want to do, which is partially disconnect from the online world and live a little more life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people feel more comfortable connected as much as they can, but I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-45112920504977657?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/45112920504977657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/quitter-ii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/45112920504977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/45112920504977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/quitter-ii.html' title='Quitter, II'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8929401124724304224</id><published>2011-10-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:30:34.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OP'/><title type='text'>OP: Nipples Vs. Lips</title><content type='html'>This is an OP - Old Post from a former blog, or a note from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;are functional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are sensitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are a different color than other skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be enjoyed in a sexual way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be used in printed and online material in such a way designed to excite a sexual response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nipples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;are functional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are sensitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are a different color than other skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be enjoyed in a sexual way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can be used in printed and online material in such a way designed to excite a sexual response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So what's the difference between you stuffing your mouth full of food in public and your baby getting his fill of mommy's milk? Most of the people I know are fine with breastfeeding. They know it's good for the baby and they think it's a good thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;But.&lt;/strong&gt;But nipples must not be seen at any time. Discreetness is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Why? I don't think there really is a difference. I enjoyed living in a town like Eugene, the laws of which do not treat the breast in a hyper-sexualized way, just as I enjoy the aspect of living in this town being able to freely show my lips without being reprimanded for being a slut or immodest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But I'm curious as to why people feel as they do - and if you know why you believe what you do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8929401124724304224?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8929401124724304224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/op-nipples-vs-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8929401124724304224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8929401124724304224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/op-nipples-vs-lips.html' title='OP: Nipples Vs. Lips'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8315184862022264790</id><published>2011-10-05T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:13:24.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Little Queen of the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grLXKbGFmQ8/To0pFaI0kKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4tD5TUGsQ_w/s1600/DSCF9686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grLXKbGFmQ8/To0pFaI0kKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4tD5TUGsQ_w/s640/DSCF9686.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(There is no big queen, so she's not exactly a princess ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1aTYL9bhsI/To0pFZF_QlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A6C5Yv2BWP4/s1600/DSCF9650.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660225479286669906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1aTYL9bhsI/To0pFZF_QlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A6C5Yv2BWP4/s640/DSCF9650.JPG" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In her royal robe, ready to be bathed by her servant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8315184862022264790?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8315184862022264790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-queen-of-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8315184862022264790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8315184862022264790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-queen-of-house.html' title='The Little Queen of the House'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grLXKbGFmQ8/To0pFaI0kKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4tD5TUGsQ_w/s72-c/DSCF9686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6270341061994558569</id><published>2011-10-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:16:25.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>I'm experimenting with layouts because I don't really like how I have it. Change to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has come. It's raining today, and it rained yesterday. I kind of like it. (I hate to admit it). It's nice and cozy to get out of it. Maybe summers are for getting out, and winters are for coming in. I made a little couch out of our old bed (which was a piece of memory foam) and covered it with my red tartan wool blanket. It's pretty! I can't wait to go couch shopping. There's a thrift store around here run by the Portland Mission that is full of furniture. Comfy is the main thing. I don't really care what color it is because we can cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved the change of the seasons. It's so refreshing. I really miss the dramatic changes in the northeast. Winter was snowy and white, and COLD, spring was full of melting snow, and beautiful, warm feeling air (I love balmy breezes), summer was full of sweat, green, and thunderstorms, and fall was full of crisp, cool air, blue skies, and bright leaves on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you must always miss where you grew up. Even if it's not your favorite place to be, it still holds so many memories. I really do enjoy living in the northwest, but it's not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you leave places as you grow up, you leave time behind. It'll never be yesterday. Maybe I'm thinking about this because it's my birthday tomorrow. I keep forgetting, but I remembered this morning in class. I'll be 24. Life is so different these days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6270341061994558569?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6270341061994558569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/seasons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6270341061994558569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6270341061994558569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6793738005510986342</id><published>2011-10-04T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:45:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Clothes</title><content type='html'>When I was about 15 I counted teeshirts and they numbered in the neighborhood of 75. I had at least 20 pairs of jeans. I had at least 40 pairs of shoes. I had about 24 sweatshirts. I had probably 7 jackets/coats. I had a whole closet full of dresses/dress tops/skirts. Why? I had access to pretty much unlimited, free clothing at a thrift store that I volunteered at (I didn't steal it! ;) They had a deal where if you worked there for a reasonable amount of time, you could take home what you wanted.) Did I wear it all? No!! I could end up with a &lt;i&gt;massive&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pile of laundry, though, and I had the hardest time keeping it all in my drawers/closets/on shelves.&amp;nbsp;Now I have three pairs of pants, and about 7 tops that work all the time, several jackets, and a number of clothes that I don't really wear much. At 15, I gasped and couldn't imagine only having one pair of jeans. And I don't even have access to laundry all that much, but I try to alternate my pants so they don't get worn all week (not that I didn't do that when I was 15, I often wore one of my favorite jeans for a week, which doesn't make any sense). Less is more ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to go about changing this, but I'm really tired of wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Why? Several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's boring because everyone does it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's not pretty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeans cut into my belly, which I expect to have for a long time (sure, maybe it'll come off eventually, but why torture my guts in the meantime? Dresses seem more womanly and fit me better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's modern and so uniform and uncreative&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before I go further, and tell the first things I've done to change, I have to explain a little more. I found a blog called &lt;a href="http://fiercestlilliputian.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Fiercest Lilliputian&lt;/a&gt; that has awesome vintage outfits. I'm sure I'll be going back to look at it many times. But as I looked at it, and other fashion blogs that the author links to, I realized I really don't want to get into a huge collection of clothes. Maybe it is inevitable, but what I envision is a simple, pretty, and pared-down wardrobe. I've never been into clothes that much, except eschewing what I felt was awful (and let me tell you, I wore a lot of what I'd now consider awful, but I was comfortable in them!). I don't want to dress in high fashion, either, or wear 4 inch heels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking something like this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;necessary underwear, including sturdy tights for winter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 everyday medium weight dresses worn year-round so I can do laundry once a week (maybe 8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-3 light sundresses for summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-3 cardigans for winter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 fancy dresses for dress-up occasions; full-length and below knee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 winter jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 spring jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair waterproof shoes for all around walking (winter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair waterproof boots/hiking shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair black pumps (low heel!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair tan/white pumps (again, must be low heeled)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only must for the shoes is that they are comfortable and suited to the weather. It rains 9 months out of the year here, so I really have to find something that works. I've been here two winters and still haven't spent the money or come up with a solution to arriving places very soggy (especially feet!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, when I start nursing school this is going to go out of the window for most of my work. Clinicals have strict dress code, and you all have to buy the same clothes at the same place. I'm fine with that. It'll be simple. When I become a nurse, I wonder if I can wear white dresses. I'd love to wear white dresses and white lace-up oxfords (depending on how comfortable I could find them).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that that's out of the way, and I've explained that I don't want to become a fashionista, but just want to get clothing that's simple and attractive, classic, and works for me, I might post some pictures. I'm not a model, so maybe I'll show them on the hangers ;) The first thing I did was buy a new dress via mail order, but it was the wrong size so I returned it and there weren't any in my size. The second thing (much smarter!) was to visit the thrift store and look through the entire dress rack. I found three button-up dresses, which are a must right now because I'm nursing. One fits, the other two are just a little small. I bought them because they were beautiful dresses and I'm planning on not keeping the 40 pounds I have gained after pregnancy forever. Maybe they'll fit in a year, maybe not. I'm keeping them :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6793738005510986342?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6793738005510986342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-clothes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6793738005510986342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6793738005510986342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-clothes.html' title='New Clothes'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-818696489941599356</id><published>2011-10-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:43:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew It!</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have had a refill on that coffee at 6pm. Here I am, wide awake, and it's almost 1am. Aftasie and Porter are sound asleep. My goodness, I so am going to pay for this tomorrow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-818696489941599356?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/818696489941599356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-knew-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/818696489941599356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/818696489941599356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-knew-it.html' title='I Knew It!'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-9128439710852003480</id><published>2011-10-03T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:14:07.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Aftasie and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HbDJOd6slM/ToqdtFk0InI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7hDm0HRZQpI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-03+at+22.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HbDJOd6slM/ToqdtFk0InI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7hDm0HRZQpI/s640/Photo+on+2011-10-03+at+22.45.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aftasie is 12 weeks!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-9128439710852003480?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/9128439710852003480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/aftasie-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/9128439710852003480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/9128439710852003480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/aftasie-and-me.html' title='Aftasie and Me'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HbDJOd6slM/ToqdtFk0InI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7hDm0HRZQpI/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-03+at+22.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7105130930608272992</id><published>2011-10-03T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:50:05.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write journal entry (over)due for CF class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write summaries (over)due for CF class, which I've just been informed I've been doing wrong (but the new way should be easier!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;copy lab notes (include results)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;copy micro lecture notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;type interview (can't do here because I forgot my headphones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting in a coffee place, soaked through to the socks, and I have a window seat so I can see cars driving by and people walking by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take a break. I have several tasks that are due via computer. I want to stay to only them and blogging for a week (how much blogging could I do?!). And a youtube project, if I get around to it. Otherwise, I need to spend my time online doing something. If I'm too mind-blanked to do something, I need to do nothing. NOTHING. Not surf, not check up on beer stuff. I also need to keep a list of easy things to do in times of mental crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to keep the kitchen clean. It boggles my mind to have things all over the counter, even though I'm so good at filling it up. I brewed yesterday and the counters (all three) are full of things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kind of keep the house split up by responsiblities. I need to work majorly on my part. I'm going to go insane if I don't. There are so many hard things going on right now. I have to have someplace to go that's inviting. Right now it's just another source of stress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I get home, I'm going to get rid of 10 things. Porter can give Aftasie a bottle if she's hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go outside for a run and get soaked and come home and have a hot shower and drink something hot. I'm already soaked, and I'm sure I'll get more soaked on the way home, so this is pretty muck taken care of :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanya, I would normally tag you on facebook, but maybe you'll read this anyway. I saw two ladies going by on bikes in the rain, with saddlebags and other gear, and the one in back looked at me and smiled - if I was a swearing lady, I could have sworn it was you. But of course, it wasn't. But it made me really miss you and Eugene :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to remember that I'll only be a nurse if I learn how to deal with everything and don't get overwhelmed before I finish. It's not too much to do - it's just disorganization that makes me so stressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to see a friend on Friday for coffee. I have only met someone for coffee three or four times in my life. It would be nice to happen more often :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a good cry, but it's so hard to do. I don't like to cry around Aftasie, and she's usually around. Bless her heart, the little sweetheart. She sure makes me happy all morning :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and I went to the dentist's this morning and I need to have what they quoted as $670 worth of work done, and that's only three teeth! One needs to be pulled (very back molar, so not so bad) one is on the verge of needing to be pulled but we're going to try a filling, and one needs a filling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I feel much better now. On to homework tasks before I have to get home and empty the milkers! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7105130930608272992?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7105130930608272992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7105130930608272992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7105130930608272992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-to-do.html' title='Things to Do'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6836901669435423165</id><published>2011-10-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:48:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toothache is Horrible</title><content type='html'>But once you get to sleep (if you do!), then you might sleep through the pain and hopefully the pain is a little less in the morning. However, if you're nursing? :roll eyes:&amp;nbsp;Awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully last night was not so bad as the night before. And today I'm going in to see a dentist for the first time in years, except for the visit I made just over a year or so ago to get one pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really saddened by all of the people who I've been seeing posts and remarks from online (from googling) who have toothaches and no money or insurance to get any work done. That is AWFUL! Tell me, anyone who's had a toothache - would you wish that pain on anyone? I really think that poor people need better access to dental care. And I'm saying this as someone who fortunately will probably be able to afford to get it pulled/filled whatever it needs to get rid of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly, terribly grateful for all of the dental work&amp;nbsp;the Commonwealth of Massachusetts paid for&amp;nbsp;when I was a child/teenager. Thank you, fellow citizens, for keeping my mouth from being toothless today. (And sans massive amounts of pain). I seriously would be toothless today without any dental work done, I'm pretty sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the interesting biology note, did you know that cavities are caused by bacteria pooping acid on your teeth? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streptococcus_mutans"&gt;Streptococcus mutans &lt;/a&gt;is responsible (partly) for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biofilm"&gt;biofilm&lt;/a&gt; on your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6836901669435423165?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6836901669435423165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/toothache-is-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6836901669435423165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6836901669435423165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/toothache-is-horrible.html' title='A Toothache is Horrible'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-5099250572990867952</id><published>2011-10-02T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:17:49.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>SAHM</title><content type='html'>I seriously think I would go insane if I was home 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lady tried to talk me out of nursing school with a baby because I needed to be home. Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it incredibly pleasant to come home to Porter and Aftasie. I find it pleasant to come home and to be home most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really would have a hard time if I never left Aftasie with Porter. That's just the way it is. I don't know if it's bad or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-5099250572990867952?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5099250572990867952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/sahm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5099250572990867952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5099250572990867952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/sahm.html' title='SAHM'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7107660030134635661</id><published>2011-10-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:16:59.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I'm suffering from withdrawal from facebook. I've been hanging out at several forums today and I've been waiting to see replies. When there aren't any, and there aren't any directed at me, I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7107660030134635661?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7107660030134635661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/withdrawal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7107660030134635661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7107660030134635661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8158313817616162238</id><published>2011-10-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:52:12.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like some snot with that order?</title><content type='html'>This is disgusting, especially considering my grandparents used to live here and I'm pretty sure I've been to that Dunkin' Donuts. Police officers ordering coffee &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/01/christopher-hildreth-dunkin-donuts-mucos_n_915032.html?ir=Food"&gt;see a guy put snot in their coffees&lt;/a&gt; through the surveillance camera that is in the front of the store (obviously the guy didn't realize they could see him!) It also makes me wonder about all of the food I don't see prepared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8158313817616162238?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8158313817616162238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/would-you-like-some-snot-with-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8158313817616162238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8158313817616162238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/would-you-like-some-snot-with-that.html' title='Would you like some snot with that order?'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8494138609598223319</id><published>2011-09-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:14:24.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Shall I Quit Nursing School?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/life/taste/article573168.ece"&gt;Brew School.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll use nurse-earnings to fund some kind of education like that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8494138609598223319?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8494138609598223319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/shall-i-quit-nursing-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8494138609598223319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8494138609598223319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/shall-i-quit-nursing-school.html' title='Shall I Quit Nursing School?'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8127380591225331460</id><published>2011-09-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:19:27.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight/diet/exercise'/><title type='text'>Round</title><content type='html'>The other day I was thinking about how I was going to blog about all my plans to lose weight and become thinner when it struck me that I don't really want to be thinner. I saw myself in the mirror at school and realized that I have a different body than I ever have. I actually feel much more balanced with all the weight I've gained on the top, and I have a little thicker waist. It dawned on me that I could like me, since I like other people who are not very slender. I don't have to look in the mirror and say, "Ugh, I can't wait till I lose the weight!" I don't want to continually gain and end up overweight when I'm older, but I'm happy here. When my boobs shrink after breastfeeding ceases, then I will probably need to lose some to help feel more balanced (which might happen naturally, I don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is not to lose weight, or even drop sizes. I want to be strong again. I want to feel able. I want to be healthy! I think the best goals as far as eating goes is to add things to my diet, not take out things. And PE class is awesome. I'm always sore from workouts :) They took my body fat at the beginning so I'll be able to test it at the end and see if I've gained any muscle. That will be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8127380591225331460?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8127380591225331460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8127380591225331460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8127380591225331460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/round.html' title='Round'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8393919340421081994</id><published>2011-09-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:19:11.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward...</title><content type='html'>I have really been looking forward to getting up each morning lately. I love the routine of making coffee, having a little time to relax a little, and then going to school. It's soooo much easier than getting up at 5:30am to clean for an hour and a half before classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE being home in the evening, eating and relaxing, nursing, or whatever, and thinking to myself, "Wait, did I actually have classes today? This is my hard day?" I really have been forgetting that I have been at classes or at school at all, because they aren't very hard. It's awesome :) And now I'm looking forward to going to microbiology class because I get to see friends, take notes, the teacher is funny, the information is interesting, etc. It's so nice to have this respite before nursing classes start next semester. I'm sure it's going to get harder and harder until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just visiting the Mane Forum (haha, the pun is intended, I'm sure ;) ) at the &lt;a href="http://www.longhaircommunity.com/forums"&gt;LHC&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and getting all excited about growing out my hair again. I'm pretty sure I might end up with a bob again, because I liked it so much, but I'm growing it out for now. It's to shoulder length now, and I am aiming for somewhere longer - we'll see where it ends up. I think I had to cut my hair to reset myself and feel comfortable with shorter hair. Even though I didn't say it, I think I felt something like, "longer is holier," even though I don't believe it. I can't wait for it to be a little longer and be able to put it in more things that a ponytail with a hairband. I can't really wear it out because my bangs are about cheek length and get in my face too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8393919340421081994?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8393919340421081994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8393919340421081994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8393919340421081994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward...'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-1999689763336608648</id><published>2011-09-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:14:39.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Nursing Application Done</title><content type='html'>It's all signed and sealed (well, not really sealed, but it's passed in and there's no changing it now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was the deadline, at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of anticlimactic to hand it in. I just passed it over the counter and said "Here's my application."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen? Now I have to wait for a month or more to find out what happens next. If I don't get in...well, I will move away from here and go to school somewhere else, if I can get in another school in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-1999689763336608648?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1999689763336608648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-application-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/1999689763336608648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/1999689763336608648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-application-done.html' title='Nursing Application Done'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-2473205314409228931</id><published>2011-09-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:18:38.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd/unusual'/><title type='text'>Cazu marzu, anyone?</title><content type='html'>This is certainly the most &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casu_marzu"&gt;unusual cheese &lt;/a&gt;I've heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Derived from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pecorino" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Pecorino"&gt;Pecorino&lt;/a&gt;, casu marzu goes beyond typical&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermentation_(food)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Fermentation (food)"&gt;fermentation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to a stage most would consider&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decomposition" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Decomposition"&gt;decomposition&lt;/a&gt;, brought about by the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digestion" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Digestion"&gt;digestive&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;action of the larvae of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese_fly" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Cheese fly"&gt;cheese fly&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Piophila casei&lt;/i&gt;. These larvae are deliberately introduced to the cheese, promoting an advanced level of fermentation and breaking down of the cheese's&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfat" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Butterfat"&gt;fats&lt;/a&gt;. The texture of the cheese becomes very soft, with some liquid (called&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;lagrima&lt;/i&gt;, from the Sardinian for "tears") seeping out. The larvae themselves appear as translucent white worms, about 8 millimetres (0.3&amp;nbsp;in) long.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-fly_0-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casu_marzu#cite_note-fly-0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When disturbed, the larvae can launch themselves for distances up to 15 centimetres (6&amp;nbsp;in). Some people clear the larvae from the cheese before consuming while others do not. (from linked Wikipedia article).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-2473205314409228931?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2473205314409228931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/cazu-marzu-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2473205314409228931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/2473205314409228931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/cazu-marzu-anyone.html' title='Cazu marzu, anyone?'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7721062878225396830</id><published>2011-09-29T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:18:50.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd/unusual'/><title type='text'>Cuddle Party</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.cuddleparty.com/"&gt;cuddle party site&lt;/a&gt; from a thread at &lt;a href="http://www.longhaircommunity.com/"&gt;TLHC&lt;/a&gt;. At first I was thinking it was kind of strange, then that it was really interesting,, and then really sad. I do not think humans are created to be alone, but that doesn't (shouldn't) translate to "humans should not be without a sexual partner."&lt;br /&gt;"Cuddling with strangers is ick," is what a lot of responses were. But what DO you do if there is no touch in your family, or you live alone and never touch anyone, and you crave to be touched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I sat in a row if classmates and I actually noticed every time my arm brushed one of my classmates. Isn't that odd? It still stands out to me as an unusual situation, but I think it's just a product of our society and how I've been raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is good? I know there are plenty of people who don't like to be touched, and naturally, as one who likes to be touched I am pro-touch, but in an ideal society, would we tend to touch each other more? Are we lacking touch in our culture? What does it do (or not do) to us to go without touch of other human beings? Is it just all about culture, and those who are raised in a non-touching culture do absolutely fine without it, or is there something about touch that everyone needs? I'd lean towards the latter, because of common sense about who we are and seeing the results of babies not being touched, but I realize there are some who simply do not like to be touched, whether from abuse or some other situation. Are those non-normal situations, or can some of us live healthily with no human touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a more basic question would be: Is it natural to have a need to be touched, and what do you do about meeting that need in a society where touch is mostly taboo, unless it is with a sexual partner or a (your) young child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7721062878225396830?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7721062878225396830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/cuddle-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7721062878225396830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7721062878225396830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/cuddle-party.html' title='Cuddle Party'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7626439183088229929</id><published>2011-09-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:18:04.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>When I finish this week of school I'll be 1/3 done with this semester, or 1/6 done with the school year! After this year, only two more years left. I'll be a junior NEXT YEAR! Only two more fall semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can so do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It goes so fast. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess what I'm closer to ultimately is death. Every day, marching forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7626439183088229929?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7626439183088229929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7626439183088229929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7626439183088229929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-7723967788627830100</id><published>2011-09-28T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:17:16.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>I actually feel a bit of relief every time I see someone else on facebook. I don't have to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 91.5 on my microbiology test. It's not so bad. A 92+ is an A. However, it is a little disappointing. Last year, my first exam was 105, but my professor said I was working too hard. She was probably right. But I still want an A in this class, and I see no reason not to get an A in my other classes as well. However, I won't find out how this all pans out until the end of the semester, and I am NOT worried about it. The nursing application doesn't really matter anymore because they just look at midterms (and I'm not definitely not failing anything &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;), but I really like those As all in a row. If I get a B once, I may fall out of love with As and be satisfied with less. But right now I can't be! I am not being good about it. My head knows I need to stop with this obsession and be happier with life, but a part of me just says I need to endure whatever I have to to get As. I don't know how to shoot for Bs, but it would be handy in some classes. Do you just hand in late work? Do you not study at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I'm bottling, but I haven't! Yesterday the bottles weren't clean (I finished cleaning them around 11pm), and today I was just too busy. Tomorrow, maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-7723967788627830100?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7723967788627830100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/relief.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7723967788627830100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/7723967788627830100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3253568820251750483</id><published>2011-09-28T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:14:56.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Nursing Application</title><content type='html'>The nursing application is due Friday! I have everything finished except last-minute proofreading of my essays. It is so exciting. I will be so happy when everything is turned in. I will be able to focus much better once it's in, I think. It's amazing how much procrastination is due to mental blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I cleaned out a case and a half of bottles. It is always so much work to get them clean initially! &amp;nbsp;I was going to bottle yesterday but I was just too tired, and I wasn't finished cleaning the bottles till late in the evening. Today I think I will, once I get everything for the nursing application wrapped up and together in a folder to pass in tomorrow. I have an oatmeal stout and a fresh hops ale to be bottled. I tasted the fresh hops one when I took a hydrometer reading the other day. I don't know if the hops really came through that much. I know I needed to use extra hops because they weren't dried, but maybe I didn't add enough extra. Or maybe we'll find out that it ages to perfection! I know I don't make very good beer anyway. There are too many variables right now - fermentation is not at a steady, cool temp, I don't really cool it properly to get a good cold break, I haven't been getting the hot break out, etc., etc. And I use the cake mix type of beer recipe, with malt syrup rather than mashing my own grains. Too much work/time/money/space for right now to upgrade to all-grain, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3253568820251750483?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3253568820251750483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3253568820251750483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3253568820251750483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-application.html' title='Nursing Application'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-5375441893098123593</id><published>2011-09-28T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:15:14.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>So, I'm in the Chemistry Research Lab...</title><content type='html'>Pumping! (I got card access from the lab coordinator because no one is using it.) It is the first time I have pumped at school, but it would be fine if I had to do it more. I miss feeding Aftasie when she gets bottles, though. It's like making someone's day, over and over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-5375441893098123593?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5375441893098123593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-im-in-chemistry-research-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5375441893098123593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/5375441893098123593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-im-in-chemistry-research-lab.html' title='So, I&apos;m in the Chemistry Research Lab...'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3675893477469379965</id><published>2011-09-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:17:31.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Have you seen someone die?</title><content type='html'>I was just reading posts from a woman who just saw her grandmother die unexpectedly from choking. I have never seen anyone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that we will all be present at our own deaths. Obviously. (But not thought about much?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3675893477469379965?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3675893477469379965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-seen-someone-die.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3675893477469379965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3675893477469379965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-seen-someone-die.html' title='Have you seen someone die?'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6435720553793594127</id><published>2011-09-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:15:45.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Nursing Essay</title><content type='html'>I am a great procrastinator and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of the summer I knew I had two essays to write for nursing school. One of them I finished last week. One of them I am working on now. They're both due on the 30th. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I wouldn't finish them until shortly before they were due. But why? Why did I wait?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I would get them finished within a few days of the due date. But what if something had come up? Maybe a hospital visit, or an illness, or something like that. I don't know. I probably would have had to wait till next year to try to get into nursing school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I just haven't been burned enough to actually do things ahead of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I actually write my essay and clean the living room, I get to bottle a batch of brew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6435720553793594127?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6435720553793594127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6435720553793594127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6435720553793594127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursing-essay.html' title='Nursing Essay'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3046083312206463570</id><published>2011-09-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:16:08.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Winter is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's only fall, but pretty soon here in Oregon the rain is going to settle in and we'll have rain for months on end. Not only is the rain going to come, but about 7 more months of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have too much to complain about. The house is warm, school is not awful, I have an adorable little baby and I live with someone I'm very in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But winter is dreary. It just is. The short days, no sunshine, cold weather, etc. This is all reason for there to be winter traditions that distract from the dreariness, when it is dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter I'm trying to be better prepared. There need to be some kind of rituals, traditions, that make it all much better. I think we need a couch (we finally have room for one!!) with blankets and place to set warm drinks. Also, access to books and good lighting for either relaxing or reading. We have Christmas lights strung above where I'm planning to put a couch, but we probably need a lamp or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides environment, what about food and drink? Are there drinks that lend themselves to winter cheer? Tea, mulled cider, hot buttered rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do? What makes long, dark evenings more pleasant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3046083312206463570?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3046083312206463570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/winter-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3046083312206463570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3046083312206463570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/winter-is-coming.html' title='Winter is Coming!'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-3494581016213487674</id><published>2011-09-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:13:54.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coast'/><title type='text'>Pictures of Aftasie's trip to the coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OG4xiREHgY/ToErxnOTx8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/WMFR1vxaPGg/s1600/DSCF9607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OG4xiREHgY/ToErxnOTx8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/WMFR1vxaPGg/s400/DSCF9607.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aftasie when we first got there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ttOM7dT1bo/ToEr5myQOKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sYkwDNJOZAc/s1600/DSCF9609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ttOM7dT1bo/ToEr5myQOKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sYkwDNJOZAc/s640/DSCF9609.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking down to the edge of the cliff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UMmIyloiUM/ToEsBAL4j1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mfWcIARsBuI/s1600/DSCF9613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UMmIyloiUM/ToEsBAL4j1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mfWcIARsBuI/s640/DSCF9613.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed in one of those buildings you see. See the people halfway up the trail? It was really hard to descend, a little easier to climb back up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVcloHFdZWA/ToEsJcME3rI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cB1HU2BJ9lE/s1600/DSCF9620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVcloHFdZWA/ToEsJcME3rI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cB1HU2BJ9lE/s640/DSCF9620.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little queen on her throne. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2V6emH76LPM/ToEscAYfqcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/i85pgWoYtoc/s1600/DSCF9622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2V6emH76LPM/ToEscAYfqcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/i85pgWoYtoc/s640/DSCF9622.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pop and Aftasie (he's got a front carrier) on the luscious green trail up to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Perpetua"&gt;Cape Perpetua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5dhQJmSObE/ToEskdU5_BI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srSqAv-YIJQ/s1600/DSCF9624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5dhQJmSObE/ToEskdU5_BI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srSqAv-YIJQ/s640/DSCF9624.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MymqjdY9-8/ToEssH1W7SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4QETs0fhkHM/s1600/DSCF9625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MymqjdY9-8/ToEssH1W7SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4QETs0fhkHM/s400/DSCF9625.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing Porter's hat :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FopRludrYak/ToEs0F3bWaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/39CwB_6ihnQ/s1600/DSCF9626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FopRludrYak/ToEs0F3bWaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/39CwB_6ihnQ/s640/DSCF9626.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The camera wouldn't let me expose both object correctly. Porter and Aftasie and the ocean. This was about halfway up, maybe?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mD37nTXZJY/ToEs7aLzKgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/V_gJz7sWFVw/s1600/DSCF9629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mD37nTXZJY/ToEs7aLzKgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/V_gJz7sWFVw/s640/DSCF9629.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures don't do it justice. It's an 800+ foot cliff that overlooks the ocean, and not only the ocean, but little inlets where the waves crash quite violently. It's AMAZING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0aAqpvGLcA/ToEtDX3x3sI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_MyuaJft27w/s1600/DSCF9635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0aAqpvGLcA/ToEtDX3x3sI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_MyuaJft27w/s640/DSCF9635.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can kind of see how small the highway is, but it's much more impressive in person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceKQk8JEyEw/ToEtLOLC2JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nucLGv5_8aE/s1600/DSCF9638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceKQk8JEyEw/ToEtLOLC2JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nucLGv5_8aE/s640/DSCF9638.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The path leading up to Cape Perpetua is so pretty and fun to hike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3c4OUhqZmo/ToEtS2ueXhI/AAAAAAAAAck/d_qmrbrPFTk/s1600/DSCF9639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3c4OUhqZmo/ToEtS2ueXhI/AAAAAAAAAck/d_qmrbrPFTk/s640/DSCF9639.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way down&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_1otkszpcU/ToEtaFbuvLI/AAAAAAAAAco/6y-YcR6ACRI/s1600/DSCF9641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_1otkszpcU/ToEtaFbuvLI/AAAAAAAAAco/6y-YcR6ACRI/s640/DSCF9641.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she enjoyed herself :) How could she have not? She had transportation up to the top and back and nursed long enough once we got there that mommy got sunburned :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-3494581016213487674?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3494581016213487674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/pictures-of-aftasies-trip-to-coast.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3494581016213487674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/3494581016213487674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/pictures-of-aftasies-trip-to-coast.html' title='Pictures of Aftasie&apos;s trip to the coast'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OG4xiREHgY/ToErxnOTx8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/WMFR1vxaPGg/s72-c/DSCF9607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-8980692987121585299</id><published>2011-09-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:16:41.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aftasie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coast'/><title type='text'>Sunburn at the Oregon Coast</title><content type='html'>We took a trip this weekend to the Oregon Coast. It was BEEEAUTIFUL, and Aftasie's first trip. Two years ago we went on our first trip there, in honor of our 6 month's being married and my birthday. We moved, and started going to the coast north of where we used to go. Awful. It's touristy and flat, and beachy, and mall-y. Well, this time we drove three hours instead of under two hours and enjoyed it much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT2WN443X0o/ToC-_yKtVzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/8KDWdbAcERU/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-25+at+21.51+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT2WN443X0o/ToC-_yKtVzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/8KDWdbAcERU/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-25+at+21.51+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was even sunny. I got sunburned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics later when I have time. They're still on the camera. I have to run to class for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-8980692987121585299?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8980692987121585299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunburn-at-oregon-coast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8980692987121585299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/8980692987121585299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunburn-at-oregon-coast.html' title='Sunburn at the Oregon Coast'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT2WN443X0o/ToC-_yKtVzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/8KDWdbAcERU/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-09-25+at+21.51+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-6946980941590556873</id><published>2011-09-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:00:04.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Quitter (but first, I had to admit I had a problem)</title><content type='html'>I said 'quitted' in the title of my blog mostly because 'quit' was already taken. But quitted is more fitting, when it comes down to it. I've left. I'm in the first stages of detaching myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;disabled wall posts (people can still comment on my status)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;left pictures enabled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;left my contact information up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can do it too. Maybe I should make a blogring to support quitters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-6946980941590556873?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6946980941590556873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-said-quitted-in-title-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6946980941590556873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/6946980941590556873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-said-quitted-in-title-of-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m a Quitter (but first, I had to admit I had a problem)'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099365680234363659.post-4283405540612999588</id><published>2011-09-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:55:41.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Pay Businesses to Advertise for Them?</title><content type='html'>Didn't it used to be that companies paid for advertising? Now millions of Americans have signed up to PAY the companies for the right to advertise the company's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my shoes have got two giant Ns on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet your shirt has a logo on it. And you paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099365680234363659-4283405540612999588?l=iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4283405540612999588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-pay-businesses-to-advertise-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4283405540612999588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099365680234363659/posts/default/4283405540612999588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iquittedfacebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-pay-businesses-to-advertise-for.html' title='Do You Pay Businesses to Advertise for Them?'/><author><name>BonnieJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589988810592345416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/bonniejm/littlebon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
